6.02.2014

I'm always trying to be more disciplined in my writing. I never seem to do it. But I think about it a lot. I would love to put out there a story that depicts life and love from my view. My life entangled. It feels very magical. It feels like the stories of those around me fit so beautifully in with mine, and theirs are so rich and full too, they need to be a part of it. I just can't figure out how to get it to all come together. I wish I could trust in my writing. In the gift of the flow of words to move through me and put themselves perfectly onto the paper.

My heart beats with this understanding of things that even I am not sure of. Can I translate the purity of that and the beauty of that into a story that others would even understand? Would I? Maybe it's all about just writing to myself, from myself.